From here to the cemetery, from here to the grave. How many did
your
democracy save?

Clean slate, state oppression and yeah, once again, like a
thousand times
before a thousand victims more. Take aim at the have-nots as

always. And
once again freedom is being bought at the expense of truth.
Your beautiful world is dead.

- It will die a thousand times.
- I will watch it expire.
- It's time to kill this lie.

- It died a thousand times.
Blooded, pitch-black and yeah, we're tired of being
expendable in their

community.And while you swallow every image they present.
We'll sing the songs to fan the flames of discontent.